Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Change the Way You Drink! The Terrifying Persuasion to Drink!
Gu Qiusha painted Emperor Fu Xi’s "boxer shorts," which is exactly the same as the one Xi Zuzi gave to Bao Gucheng.
Bao Gucheng’s lips twitched: "Zuzi girl, so this is what you mean by things that really happened?"
Xi Zuzi chuckled softly: "Well, sort of."
Although what she meant was that ten thousand years ago, she really stripped Fu Xi down to his boxer shorts.
But if Xiao Chenger understood it as this pair being the same as that pair, it’s conceivable too.
Bao Gucheng couldn’t help but touch the silky fabric of the shorts, thinking that these were the boxer shorts that went viral online, feeling both helpless and amused.
From now on, even when he goes to the bathroom, he should keep a low profile.
"Xiao Chenger, can you still drink?"
"Yes, I’ll drink with you."
It’s rare for someone to accompany the Ancestor drinking Drunken Immortal Wine, so having a few more drinks, Xi Zuzi was inspired: "Xiao Chenger, want to try a different posture for drinking?"
Bao Gucheng almost spat out his drink unceremoniously.
Change... a posture?
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At this moment.
In the deep night on the sea, a massive cruise ship is slowly approaching Bao Gucheng’s vessel from international waters.
The guest cabins of the cruise ship are even more boisterous and dazzling than the most luxurious casinos in the city.
Because on international waters, besides regular entertainment, they can play many borderline games.
For example, this group of wealthy people is currently surrounded by a dozen delicate models, playing "Russian Roulette."
Screams and gasps fill the brightly lit and boisterous cabin hall.
In an independent booth in the hall.
Nangong Mo reclined lazily on a chaise longue.
Fang Yumei, far away in the tea room, brewed tea and served, looking jealously at a perfectly shaped young model, respectfully kneeling on the ground to polish Nangong Mo’s shoes.
He’s somewhat of a clean freak; when he first boarded the ship, a bit of salty sea water stained his shoes.
Sitting upright on the sofa nearby were several middle-aged men, whose names were well-known as business tycoons in the Imperial Capital.
For instance, Ma Qie, whose established Penguin Reading is an unmissable big pie in the Empire’s entertainment industry, developing films based on novels and comics, making it the Empire’s largest IP resource pool.
But in front of Nangong Mo, they have no choice but to submit.
"Lao Ma, you’re quite busy tonight, playing on my ship, yet you can’t put down your phone, making calls right under my nose?" Nangong Mo remarked lightly while scrolling through his phone.
Ma Qie wiped his sweat: "Fourth Lord, isn’t it because the company’s illustrators and writers suddenly got into a fight? I, I’m in a difficult position too."
He just managed to appease both sides.
His head even got a bald spot.
Nangong Mo chuckled: "Do you know why I called you here today?"
"No, I don’t know Fourth Lord. I’ve never had the chance to see international waters, thanks to you, tonight’s my first time."
"Transfer that illustrator under you to me."
"Fo-Fourth Lord, which one are you talking about?"
"The one who won the fight tonight."
Ma Qie’s heart skipped a beat.
Qianshan?
Damn, how did she catch the Fourth Lord’s eye?
The cash cow he worked so hard to find, with fans just nearing fifty million tonight, becoming the top sister of Penguin overnight, how could he bear to hand her over?
As he hesitated.
Nangong Mo slightly raised his eyebrows and ordered the model polishing his shoes: "Go offer Mr. Ma a drink. If he agrees to my deal, he’ll drink it. If he refuses the drink and rejects the deal... then..."
The atmosphere in the booth solidified for a moment.
Damn, this is outright coercion!